Out From Hiding

Stage Light

Lin
I feel like I live on the subway. I was probably gonna be the last person to the theatre but its fine because I'm the boss. Can't fire myself lol. Anyways, this morning I had a weird feeling. Like.. something was gonna happen today. I put on my shirt backwards at first this morning which was also a warning that today wouldn't be my day.
I walk into the theatre and see my friends.
"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late..Todays weird." I say grinning at them.
"I got you this." I hear Anthonys hoarse voice, and turn to see him holding two coffees, one for me. AWW.
        "Two sugars and some oat milk because you're gay." he whispers into my ear.
     "So are you" I say back.
So we sing, rap, dance and block some scenes. Just making sure that the show can run smoothly. Once we work out the few kinks in all the harder numbers, we can get ready for the show.
I get my hair slicked back for the first act. The makeup artist makes me beautiful with some concealer, blush and mascara. I put on my costume andddd done! Now I can chill until we go on. With the extra time, I go to Anthonys dressing room to see what he's up to. I open the door without knocking, and see Anthony getting his wig on.
"You scared me!" He exclaims as I shut the door behind me.
"Sorryyy" I bat my eyelashes at him.  I go over to his chair and rub his shoulders.
      "What if someone comes in?" Anthony asks
Then I heard it.

crash

"HELP"

My heart drops. Who was that. Where are they. Are they hurt. What. The. Fuck.
In a blink I'm at their side.
Groff.
Hes laying, sobbing, a stage light covering his left foot. Anthony was at his side as well, stunned.

At the same time we realise that we need to act fast. Though I'm pretty sure we have already thrown away urgency. I can't even see if anyone else is around us by now but it doesn't matter. I need to get this off his foot. I need to call 911. I need to see if his foot is broken.
Anthony and I are pulling and pulling on the light but its so heavy. Its so fucking heavy. FUCKING MOVE!
The difference between seconds and hours is all in your head. I lean against a pale blue wall at the hospital. How we all got here, I'm not sure. Who called 911? I don't think I ended up getting the light off his foot.
"Can a broken leg kill you?" Anthony asks aloud to the few of us in the waiting room. We all glance at him and then back down. Right back to our worries.
"sorry" he timidly whispers.
I think anything can kill anyone if the circumstance is right. So maybe one of my closest friends can die if a heavy object fell onto him from a long distance. Or maybe all he needs is a cast. I'm not a doctor. None of us are. All we had to do was type three digits into a phone. It's out of our hands. I look at the clock and it's only 1:30 pm..